He came rough in the door
between summer and winter
panting like a runaway
a hole cutaway in his pants
revealing a green pear wreathed
in dead leaves
if you said "Hey Pops,
it's unbecoming being so dewed-up
a boy of your age,"
He would say "Ha-ha, once
I've come I can't unbecome, ha"
Ha ha
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